There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church There with mother we went, and our Sundays were spent With my friends at the old country church
Precious years precious years, sweet memory Oh what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country church
As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy As I knelt at the old country church There with Jesus above in his wonderful love Saved my soul at the old country church
How I wish that today all the people would pray As they did at the old country church If they'd only confess, Jesus surely would bless As he did at the old country churchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
